by Sarah Latendre

Created on: November 11, 2008

Tucked in as tight with the tree's as a child with it's blanket, I see it. Through the Oaks almost naked of their autumn fabric, I see the white castle in the woods that I call home. Of course it's not an actual castle however it was a fairytale home to me and I felt like a princess when around it.

I look to Tim and grab his free hand. "I'm so happy to be back home". As I speak these words more than ever I realize just how much the word "home" really means. There's nothing that compares to ones connection with their home.

My home is a friend of the forest, it does not stick out or impose it's self on the serenity, it simply blends and becomes part of all that is pure with nature. It stands atop a great hill covered in the most extraordinary Christmas tree's you would ever see. Never once did we decorate them growing up , however I'm sure it might have been the most beautiful sight to ever see.

Grrrrrrr,Grrrrrrrr.The familiar noise of our two lively beagles takes me out of my familiar tour. "Would you be quite!". I peak in the direction of the booming order to see my dad. My dad has lived in this house since the day he was born, and by since he was born I mean he was born in what I used to call my bedroom. He hasn't changed much since the years just like the house. Strong and stable, but showing a few signs of the passing seasons.

I pass a quick reassuring smile to my Timothy and dart towards the front door. Arms wide open and grinning from ear to ear I nearly topple my dad over with a hug. "Where's mine?" My mom, never one to miss out on a good hug pops through the door and into my extended arms. "Ugh, I miss you guys!"

I know a lot of people would rather kiss a rattle snake than visit their mommy and daddy's, however I am the polar opposite. Nothing makes me happier than to drive up our cow-path of a driveway and park beside old Fred. Fred, in case you are wondering is the name I gave our old Ford after watching an episode of the Flintstones. Parked next to Fred right beside our old tractor Barney is Dino my brothers Ford.

"Don's home" My smile gets even brighter, the only thing that beats coming home to mom and dad is coming home to mom, dad, and Don. Now if only my sister rolled down the road in Wilma, it would be a family reunion.

Getting caught up, and all hugged out with the family, I forget that I left Tim with all the bags. I turn to see him coming at me looking like the abominable luggage man. He's a strong man, but even the Hulk would have an issue carrying

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